Running down the hall,
with the threat on my back.
Hoping to make it safety,
because safety is what I lack.

Sitting in a room,
and everything is dark,
as I listen to the argument down the hall
that all started with a spark.

A spark of something induced by drugs
and a low life loser.
That she got caught up in,
and it's not like we can't accuse her.

She took part as much as she could
in the induced high.
But now it all came crashing down,
when she was forced to say goodbye.

Say goodbye to the loser,
who drags her life down.
He'll lead her down a path of regret,
and she will certainly drown.

The explosion of anger and fear,
has not gotten through to her yet.
And I fear that she will hurt herself,
more than we'll ever expect.

I never ever thought before in my life,
that I would want to leave home.
But nothing could push me out of the house faster,
than the addicted life she chose.